The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2411 Suppression

Just when those bloody tentacles were about to hit Matthew like a storm, his fingers moved slightly.

This seemingly casual action actually contains great power.

In front of him, a white wall of light suddenly appeared. The appearance of this wall of light was also extremely sudden, as if it was summoned out of thin air from nothingness.

It emitted a soft white light, which formed a sharp contrast with the dark and bloody environment around it.

However, what was very strange was that when those bloody tentacles came into contact with the white wall of light, they were not blocked as people imagined.

They did not shatter the wall of light, nor did they leave any traces on it. Instead, they passed through the wall of light directly as if passing through the air.

The scene was like a group of ghosts passing through the wall unhindered, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

However, the story does not end there.

The next moment, behind the ancestor of the blood clan, like an image in a mirror, a white light wall exactly the same as the one in front of Matthew appeared.

The blood-colored tentacles that had just successfully penetrated the light wall in front of Matthew and were heading straight for him, after passing through the light wall on Matthew's side, actually turned a corner and emerged again from the light wall behind the blood clan ancestor, and with even more surging momentum, they attacked the blood clan ancestor's back.

The ancestor of the blood clan was originally full of confidence and thought that his attack was foolproof. He had never expected such a situation to occur.

This sudden scene was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering his original confidence.

An expression of fear and shock appeared on his face, and a strong sense of crisis instantly surged into his heart.

At this moment, his reaction was quite quick.

I saw his body suddenly flash to the side at an extremely fast speed. The sleeves of his clothes were lifted up by the sudden movement, leaving a black afterimage in the air.

His feet rubbed a deep mark on the ground, and the whole person moved quickly to the side as if sliding to avoid the light wall that he released but was strangely twisted by it and then attacked him in the opposite direction.

Matthew's posture remained upright and his expression was calm and composed, just like a helmsman who stood firmly on the bow of the ship in the midst of strong winds and huge waves.

He just narrowed his eyes slightly, his narrow eyes revealing calmness and depth, and he watched all the reactions of the blood clan ancestor without blinking.

His gaze was as solid as substance, tightly locking onto the other person's every move, not missing any slight change.

After the blood clan ancestor narrowly avoided the seemingly flawless yet fatal attack, his heart was instantly filled with flames of anger.

This anger surged in his chest like a volcano about to erupt.

He felt like a clown making a fool of himself on the stage, being made fun of in this home ground that should have belonged to him.

His heart was filled with resentment and shame, these emotions churned in his body, making his face flush red.

When the two white light walls emitting soft white light in his sight and the blood-colored tentacles he had released all disappeared like phantoms, the ancestor of the blood clan snorted coldly.

The snort was like a gust of cold wind in winter, icy and sharp, containing the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart.

In an instant, his figure shook violently, like a flash of black lightning, and disappeared without a trace on the spot.

The air around him seemed to be disturbed by his sudden disappearance, causing a few slight fluctuations.

And at the moment when the ancestor of the blood clan disappeared, a dazzling blood light suddenly appeared.

This blood light seemed to be torn out from the endless darkness, at an extremely fast speed.

It was like a red streak, cutting through space, and even causing a slight distortion in space wherever it passed.

The blood light rushed towards Matthew at an unimaginable speed, so fast that it was dazzling, as if leaving a red light and shadow trace in the visual field.

The blood light pierced through Matthew's body in just a moment.

The scene looked horrifying. Matthew just stood there quietly, and the blood light penetrated his body unhindered.

However, the disappeared ancestor of the blood clan appeared beside Matthew at this time.

There was no trace of the expected satisfaction on his face, but instead it was replaced by deep shock.

It turned out that Matthew, whose body was pierced by the blood light, was just an afterimage, not Matthew's real body.

This discovery shocked the ancestor of the blood clan. He realized that Matthew's speed had reached an unimaginable level.

Matthew is like a ghost hiding in the darkness, so fast that he can leave a fake figure to mislead the enemy.

The ancestor of the blood clan subconsciously turned his head, his eyes eagerly trying to find Matthew's true whereabouts.

But, it only took a moment.

Matthew's body, which originally seemed to be hit by the blood light, now turned into a large number of white light spots.

These white spots of light were like released elves, flickering faintly in the air.

The ancestor of the blood clan was careless for a moment, and actually allowed some white spots of light to quietly attach to his body.

These light spots seemed to have life, and the moment they came into contact with the ancestor of the blood clan, they began to release some strange fluctuations.

After all, the ancestor of the blood clan was a veteran of the battlefield. He reacted very quickly and immediately mobilized the magic power in his body. A blood-red light surged out of his body, quickly dispelling the white spots attached to his body.

However, just this short period of delay was like the gears of fate turning quietly.

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the ancestor of the blood clan as if it had suddenly emerged from the void.

The outline of the black shadow was a little blurry, and it exuded a dangerous aura.

Suddenly, several extremely sharp claws emerged from the shadows.

These claws were like a few peerless divine weapons, emitting a terrifying cold light.

They rushed straight to the back of the blood clan ancestor without hesitation.

The claws cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the god of death was blowing his death horn.

At such a close distance, even though the blood clan ancestor had already been extremely alert, his spiritual sense was scanning the surroundings like a radar, but he still could not avoid this sudden sneak attack.

Just when the claw was about to hit the blood clan ancestor's back hard, a set of blood-colored armor suddenly appeared on his body.

As soon as this armor appeared, it exuded a strong bloody smell, as if it was made up of the essence and blood of countless powerful vampires.

The patterns on the armor are complex and mysterious.

The claws dug into the armor mercilessly, making an extremely harsh friction sound.

The sound was like nails scratching on a blackboard, creepy.

Although the armor looked very hard and seemed to be able to withstand all attacks, it was still broken into several pieces after being grabbed by the claws.

The broken pieces of armor flew out like they were hit by a hidden weapon.

Fortunately, the ancestor of the blood clan took advantage of the short period of time when the armor was blocking and quickly escaped from the spot.

He was moving extremely fast, with a faint blood-red halo behind him.

His figure quickly rushed in one direction in the chaos, like a frightened hare running desperately.

However, he was now inside a yellow light shield, which seemed to restrict his movements.

He was surrounded by the hard yellow light, trapping him like an invisible cage.

He anxiously searched for the direction of breakthrough within the light shield, his eyes revealing unwillingness and helplessness.